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Describe this image in an author's style, others guess who the author is

>> No.12805462

Bunny, Bugs. Quite fond of him. A favorite from 5-12.

>> No.12805474

Bugs... easy on the carrots

>> No.12805479

>>12805451
The carrots are inside of you, me, in all of us, so take it easy

>> No.12805482

>>12805451
He ate the last of the carrot burritos and spat.

>> No.12805484

>>12805451
Bugs, your carrot eating has depleted the environment and now we have to resort to radical mass depopulation tactics if we want to save it.

>> No.12805486

>>12805451
Yes
YES
The chungus is out

>> No.12805488

>>12805486
>out
*big

>> No.12805500

Of a fat rarebit toward the wales countries Id wander of lately, wondering the memeing of a lie foo foo oof off of thumpering Church rock lapin up all the rain from Heaven , Cheesus, a big root for the bugs, chug us up in the spring grass hair refurs an ol' Irish rite air of the seasoning roast to go along for potluck and zooms a tweety bird characteristic of a generation a post "mira, mira" at me she sang

>> No.12805537

Bleak the back drop but black still unseen, covered
With green cords ocassioned of grasses loom
Quick creature with glad glance a glimpse is gleaned
Fat looms on the body of spring, silent dooms
The thin leaping of a gray hair in snow
Sown on a bleak hope accesses all excess, know
What frollics now will shortly be forlorn

>> No.12805573

When last the markets closed,
And I for lesser fears
Within our little garden
Had found myself alone

Had taken pause for prayer
And in a dull repose—
There came a midnight creature
And he my Mind enclosed

A frightful laugh of sorrow
He pitched within the day—
And pried my little hands apart
And strew them in the clay

"See what a pretty thing he is
Comes to gnaw your bones"—
He pointed with his gauntest finger
A hefty rabbit showed

>> No.12805598

>>12805451
good thread, too bad I'm just a philosophy pleb that doesn't read lit.

>> No.12805626

>>12805484
Theodore Kaczynski

>> No.12805633

>>12805462
Nabukov?

>> No.12805644

>>12805500
joyce
>>12805573
frost

>> No.12805653

>>12805633
How? I mean..... He's been dead for some 45 years. This post---- I can't be him. Why on heavens would he waste his time on this ghastly website?

>> No.12805659

>>12805451
SOCRATES: Wouldn't you agree then that there is nothing so devoid of virtue, so superficial as studying volumes while riding on a steam-powered machine?
OTHER GUY: Indeed Socrates, I can't think of anything less virtuous.

>> No.12805978

>>12805659
That other guy is such a suck up

>> No.12806095

>>12805451
Those contemplative rabbids, those passive, carrot-eating, smiling pseudo-beasts. The are nothing but a corruption! Their virtue is a virtue of the asleep, the lazy, the inactive. Fools that they are. It is the ducks, I tell tee, who know really how to live, who celebrate the magnificient spirit of the masters and who do not, like the rabbit, indulge in vegetable consumption born from the dirt.

>> No.12806182

>>12805451
Bugs stretched his legs.

>> No.12806194

>>12806182
M-mommy.

>> No.12806229

>>12805484
Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez

>> No.12806275
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12806275

>>12805451
Bugs.. the b is silent.

>> No.12806281

>>12806229
Man I wish

>> No.12806304

>>12805537
frost?

>> No.12806317

>>12805451
“What’s up, doc?”
What’s up, indeed, I thought, whirling with surprise.
Before me stood a strange figure:
Erect as a tenpin, yet twice as massy, it was none other than Bugs Bunny himself--
that sassy, crepuscular, carrot aficionado!
But he looked nothing like his pictures, and there was a certain madness in his eyes…
I felt immediately some kinda way, as if enjoined in a grotesque—the horrible consequences of which remaining to be determined.

>> No.12806582

>>12806275
>where do you train.png

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12806929

and I heard, as it were the noise of Whatsup Docs,
one of the Obese Rabbits saying, Come and see.
And I saw, and behold a Grey Bugs,
and he that stood by him had a smile; and a carrot was given unto him: and he went forth eating, and to eat.

>> No.12806969

>>12805451

Carrot-in-the-rabbit

>> No.12807028

Bugs showed us in the bathroom how to eat a vegetable. Never had I ever so wanted to be a Fresh Farms carrot.

>> No.12807036

For inside of Bugs, there were eternal carrots.

>> No.12807056

bugs.. the claptrap binger and slapdash smugger

>> No.12807103

>>12805451
6. No animal shall eat carrots, except chungus
7. All animals are equal but chungus is more equal than all of the other animals

>> No.12807105

This bunny was like fat, but not the gross fat like Roseanne whatever her last name is fat but Santa Claus fat. He had grey hair and long ears and a white belly and these short stubby arms that you just know all he uses them for are for like carrots. His eyes have so much life behind them. But they also have a lot of darkness too. The viewers of the bunny say stuff like, "Le chonk Bunne," and like "OP is a faggot look at that rabbit," and it's just stuck in this limbo kind of state where its image is trapped that way for forever and nothing can get rid of the image or change the image while like still keeping it the exact same image.

>> No.12807133

>>12805451
What the fat rabbit was to Fudd, has been hinted; what, at times, he was to me, as yet remains unsaid.

Aside from those more obvious considerations touching Big Chungus, which could not but occasionally awaken in any man's soul some alarm, there was another thought, or rather vague, nameless horror concerning him, which at times by its intensity completely overpowered all the rest; and yet so mystical and well nigh ineffable was it, that I almost despair of putting it in a comprehensible form. It was the fatness of the rabbit that above all things appalled me. But how can I hope to explain myself here; and yet, in some dim, random way, explain myself I must, else all these chapters might be naught.

Though in many natural objects, fatness refiningly enhances beauty, as if imparting some special virtue of its own, as in fruits, women, and pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain royal preeminence in this girth; even the barbaric, grand old kings of Pegu placing the title "Lord of the Fat Elephants" above all their other magniloquent ascriptions of dominion;

>> No.12807162

Call me bugs.

>> No.12807173

>>12807162
mr melville! i'm a huge fan!

>> No.12807174

>>12806095
Dost

>> No.12807180

>>12805484
Thomas Malthus

>> No.12807182

>>12807105
DFW?

>> No.12807195

>>12805451
Fat cartoon rabbit

>> No.12807196

>>12805500
Great!

>> No.12807223

>>12805451

Physical degeneration, which often corresponds with that of the spirit (we may recall here in passing the Hermetic notion of 'as above, so below [1]) was visibly apparent; as expected during this age referred to in the Puranas as the Kali Yuga [2]. A further sign of this being the grin appearing on the creature's face, smiling and laughter being signs of someone not fully cognizant of the significance of the moment (or the eternal reality, which is really all moments). To fully explore this subject in the present work would be more than suits our present objective, but let it be noted that some schools of Islamic esoterism speak of laughter as being the doorway through which Shayṭān enters the soul (this is to be understood strictly as a matter of symbolism [3]). The advice concerning the carrots references the central concern of all truly traditional doctrines, namely the bondage of the being and liberation, or Moksha (existing only conditionally, the Self being free in an absolute sense from all limitations and changes), food being the essential element required for the continued existence of the physical body there naturally exist a range of analogies which can be drawn between food and the state of the Being. There is the matter of proper conduct concerning food reflecting the recognition that as a sense object of potential pleasure it is to be treated with indifference by the man striving for liberation, as well as the symbolism of food being that which keeps us within Samsara through sustaining the body and the additional consideration that food is fundamentally non-different from the body, but that the Self which is the ultimate reality is different from both of these; the advice concerning proper food intake essentially being a call to distinguish between the non-real and the real [4].


(1) This correspondence being transposable between the various hierarchies of the Being such as between the gross and subtle and so on, so long as one does not make the mistake of applying the correspondence to the Absolute which is beyond all distinctions.

(2) This perspective being common among easterners, a parallel is found in the foundational basis of the Pure Land tradition, which recognizes that this era is characterized by the increased difficulty it takes for people to understand Dharma.

(3) A similar concept is found in the prophet Muhammad's (pbuh) prohibition of music, the common interpretation being to prevent unwholesome behavior but in esoterism this is understood as eliminating a factor which is a distraction away from Allah (students of Buddhism will recall the demon Mara sent to tempt the Buddha during his sojourn under the Bodhi tree).

(4) From food all beings are born; having been born, they, grow by food. Food is eaten by beings and also it eats them. Therefore, it is called Anna (food). Other than that (soul) made of the essence of food, there is another self within, formed of Prana. - Taittiriya Upanishad 1:25

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12807244

>>12806929
Johnny cash

>> No.12807269

>>12806095
Neechy?

>> No.12807276

>>12807223
Evola?

>> No.12807417

SING O GODESS OF THE HUNGER,THAT BURNED WITHIN BIG BUGS, NOBLE SON OF CUNNING CHUNGUS, WHO WOULD SPELL DOOM FOR DEMETERS BELOVED GOLD IN THE ALLBRINGING EARTH, AND WHO ALL WOULD THROW MANY A CARROT DOWN TO HADES QUARTERS WITHIN, TO BE PREYED UPON FOR NONE OF GODS TO SEE, ALL ACCORDING TO THE THUNDERLORDS DECREE

>> No.12807479

>>12807269
Yes

>> No.12807511

>>12805451
He was a fat rabbit who ate carrots alone in the forest and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking it easy on the carrots. In the first forty days a duck had been with him. But after forty days of eating without stopping the duck decided that the fat rabbit was now definitely and finally soied, which is the worst form of based, and the duck had gone in another board which posted three good memes in the first week.

>> No.12807512

>>12805488
4u

>> No.12807623

>>12805486
Bugs...
easy on the carrots
yes
YES
big chungus

>> No.12807635

>>12807417
>chungus
Homeros and cringe.

>> No.12807699

Manfred was standing there in the plaza in front of the Centraal Station with his eyeballs powered up and some serious bandwith coming in through his glasses, the sunlight jangling off the canal, motor scooters and kamikaze cyclists whizzing past and tourists chattering on every side. If the mood held out, someone out there was going to become very rich indeed.

And just like that, he's getting pinged by a datafeed, deep neural network monitoring visual-memetic trends -- the image is the first thing presented to him and he freezes the process, blowing the virtual projection way up; he just stares at the tumescent rabbit. "Bugs..." he reads and thinks and whispers, "easy on the carrots."

>> No.12807735

>>12805537
Gerard Manley Hopkins
>>12805573
Emily Dickinson


Those of you who said Frost are beyond stupid.
>>12805644
>>12806304

>> No.12807940
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12807940

Crunching with zeal on a pound of carrots, Buggster Wabbit had only started the routinely trek through the forest lively with birdsong and backlit pollennae. Stopping by once in a while to retort at the eve-rpresent observer. "say pal, you wouldnt happen to know where albuqurque is? trade ya a bit of this orange earthfruit for the tip!"

>> No.12807955

>>12805451
The rabbit was large. His face had a satisfied expression. The carrots were all gone. The rabbit had not gone easy on the carrots and had eaten them all down and now there were no more carrots.

>> No.12808006

Someone do Lovecraft, I suck at writing

>> No.12808025

>>12807699
Accelerando. Shitty book, fuck you for making me remember it.

>> No.12808206

I'm wearing crow-black cotton and Lycra shorts with a white waistband and side stripes and a cotton and Lycra tank top, both by Wilkes, as I jog through Central Park. I pass by someone who I think is in mergers & acquisitions at Pierce & Pierce, but I'm not sure. He is wearing a double-breasted silk and linen suit, a cotton shirt and a silk tie, all by Joseph Abboud, and I think his haircut might be more expensive than mine which distresses me greatly. "Hey Haberstram, love the tan." he says as I jog past, nodding and smiling in his general direction. I hear him shout "See you at Pastel's tonight!" from behind me and speed up, rounding a corner and nearly running into a... rabbit? standing on its hind legs and eating a carrot. The thing is huge, and for a moment I wonder if it has anything to do with the mutant rat creatures supposedly spotted in Harlem I read about in the Post earlier today. I stop and stare at it, wondering how hard it would be to take home and cook if I could somehow catch it. I might try eating it with the callgirl's liver that I have kept in my walk-in freezer along with two other organs for the past two weeks, though I am not sure. It takes a bite and pats its belly and I cannot help but say "Bugs... easy on the carrots" as I turn up the volume on my Walkman and jog off into the the setting sun.

>> No.12808212

>>12807105
Salinger?

>> No.12808223

>>12807511
Hemingway?

>> No.12808234

>>12805486
>>12807103
>>12807133
>>12807417
>>12807103
>>12807623
>chungus
Back to >>>/r/eddit, tourists.

>> No.12808260

>>12805486
>>12805488
>>12807103
>>12807133
>>12807417
>>12807623
fuck off newfags

>> No.12808291

>>12808206
the guy who wrote american psycho

>> No.12808322

>>12805653
He's cursed to browse /lit/ for eternity as punishment for being a contrarian bitch

>> No.12808326

>>12805482
Mccarthy

>> No.12808341

>>12807511
Jek

>> No.12808343

>>12805451

"Man's gotta eat," Bugsy sez, straddling the MK2 Carrot-Top pointed towards a big black hole of oblivion. In no time at all (count it with your fingers if you don't buy it) all the shrubbery behind the hill and the wittle jackrabbits & their cute rodent wives will be reduced to dust & ash, smashed into so many little fine pieces you could snort it up -- not that you'd want to do that.

"Man's gotta eat," Bugsy sez again. It's a mantra now, repertoire, like a tape machine plugged into itself. In the olden days, back when war was a simply matter of vanity, dying honorably from a wound in the arms of his handsome buddy was the highest aspiration of every 'onorable Tommy. Now murder & destruction was simply a chore, something for machines to make more convenient. There's nothing really that vain about vaporizing into the moonlight, gone before you could even utter "what's up Doc" to that big flash in the sky, and the only beauty found in death could be to find some spiritual solace in knowing that your dust blows up back into the heavens and becomes one again with every creature on this planet that gots the lungs to breath you in.

"Man's gotta eat." Is it that time again? It seems like we'd just started.

>> No.12808484

>>12806095
knee yet zeh shay

>> No.12808926

Big Chungus, light of my life, roast of my rabbit loins. My sin, my soul. Big Chun-Gus: the tip of the carrot taking a trip of three hops down the vegetable to nibble, at three, on the edge. Big. Chun. Gus.
He was Big, plain Big, in the morning, standing two feet five in one cage. He was Chungus with the smile. He was Bugs at the shooting range. He was Bunny at dinner. But in my arms he was always Big Chungus.

>> No.12808984

>>12808343
Who is this?

>> No.12809078

>>12805484
Pentti Linkola

>> No.12809487

>>12805451
Fat rabbit. Big wide ass.

>> No.12809510

>>12807036
Camus

>> No.12809540

He warn't but three foot wide but his tiny head made it stand out something fierce; save that I dudn't know the rabbit I was a bit alarmed but that was alright and I gave him a pet anyway. He told me to quit off it'n so I did.

>> No.12809712

>>12808926
Kill yourself

>> No.12809742

>>12809540
Mark Twain?

>> No.12809768

>>12807133
Engels

>> No.12809771

>>12805451
THE SOLITARY CHUNGUS exists on a diet of carrots and semen. He lounges on a barstool in the leper's quarter, holding forth to any incautious enough to draw near, on any subject which comes to mind, frequently straying to the topic of carrots, semen and the easiest way to acquire them.

In the leper's quarter, this being through the agency of Old Man Fudd, who, being a solitary type farmer, has the monopoly on both semen and carrots, you dig, and who sells them at a price held to be far too high by the common Chungus, yet which there is no other market for.

>> No.12809776

>>12805598
get the fuck out of here.

>> No.12809783 [DELETED] 

>>12805451
Here is a story about picture of a rabbit. It is set during the days of 4chan amongst whom the posters were called Anonymous. So the picture goes the rabbit is in short, fat and dopey looking.

>> No.12809811

>>12805451
Here is a story about a picture of a rabbit. It is set during the days of 4chan amongst whom the posters were called Anonymous. So the picture goes the rabbit is in short, fat and dopey looking.

>> No.12809818

>>12805474
Newfag style?

>> No.12809970

>in response to all the "chungus" hate
Is it not right to call this chungus? That's the most popular term for it as far as I'm aware, and the meme has been big chungus. It's old, but it's still the most popular name to describe it, even if that's not necessarily the case here.

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12810139

>>12809771
fuck all of you plebeian scum.

>> No.12810299

>>12805451
He had come down from the hills through the forest in the early morning sunlight with the rising dawn silhouetting his head like a halo. He crossed the cold clear stream in one broad and confident stride as the water flowed swift and thinly below him, then stood firmly in the clearing as if to challenge me.

"Big Chungus," he said, "but you already know my name. Was it Pamplona we last saw one another?"

>> No.12810509

>>12805451

Tristo pianeta, alba e grigia pelle
scherno facea irto nelle foglie
delle anime e dei dolor di quelle

d'uman favella et leporine spoglie
sta come omo usa il laido Ciungo
ferino e diverso, che cor mi doglie

quand or colla memoria ad esso giungo.

>> No.12810535

>>12808343
Pynchon?

>> No.12810545

>>12810535
That's my guess. He uses "sez" a lot in GR so that's an immediate giveaway.

>> No.12810549

>>12808984
Pinecone

>> No.12810557

>>12809970
it's not hate, it just shows that you're fresh from reddit, because they call it that for some reason. The meme is properly called "bugs.. easy on the carrots"

>> No.12811652

>>12807182
bingo
>>12808212
that's a good guess but see the one ab'ov

>> No.12812455

the grey bugs who lives in the forest
is fat and has a comfortable belly

>> No.12812983

>>12809078
As if Pentti wouldn't celebrate Big C for outwitting Elmer and eating his family's truck garden, starving his children

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12813012

>>12809078
Bingo.

>> No.12813220

23. Guard thyself at the time of meal for of temperance shapes the great deeds of man

24. In all your acts and deeds and sayings, live by what is right and only just.

25. As Roman and man of family, is it not unwise to encourage the unnecessary? And wise to be temperate? And so you must act to thy animals too.

>> No.12813226

>>12805451
He was a stocky build... a stupid smile crossed his face and there was a look of malignancy in his eyes.

>> No.12813337

Much have I eaten of veg and fruit
And many items of produce seen
Onions and lettuce, the odd runner bean
Which bards in fealty to Demeter toot
Oft of one wide expanse I've been told
That deep-browed Elmer wanted to cream
Yet never did I breathe it's pure serene
Till I saw big chungus mighty and bold
That I felt like some watcher of skies
When a new planet swims into his ken
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle-eyes
He stared at the Pacific and all his men
Said 'easy on the carrots' with wild surmise
Silent, upon a peak in Darien

>> No.12813371

>>12805451
>>12808006
A beast to reckoned with, an abomonation in the face of the olympian gods; with its deformed shapes it bends the reality around it. I can feel my mind fleething the longer I stare at the diabolic beast. but somthing withholds me from looking away. I can not ease my gaze, I can only call its name...bugs

>> No.12813525

Bugs Bunny, flash on the screen, stitch in my sides. Bugs-Bun-ny: the two percussive burps and the high whining in tow. Bugs. Bun. Ny. He was bugs, plain bugs, 200 lbs and smoking a carrot. He was wabbit in the hunt. He was chungus on /lit/. But in my heart he was always bugs.

>> No.12813580

>>12805451
He was four, and there was a look of banality about his head with its shock of grey fur. His fluffy face, in which the hairs showed warm, was the type that stands up well to the ravages of time. He still had the supple pelt of a young rabbit and his mouth told of the health of those free of myxomatosis. This it was, thought the world, that which kept Elmer faithful to him ( for the people from whom he had set himself to escape had gradually drifted back, attracted now by those very same Left-Wing ideas which had once alinated them. It was said, too that he enjoyed being 'knocked-about'.)

>> No.12813720

>>12805451
In the pallid green forest, the creature stood. A beast from ages past, it's vile ferocity unhidden. It stood on two legs, it's corpulent body grey, lightening in the stomach area. A tired, manic grin was plastered on it's face, an echo of brutalities to come.

>> No.12813783

>>12807955
Kerouac
Chandler

>> No.12813841

In /lit/ there dwelled a bunny who came up with the most amusing nonsense and hobby that any bunny ever dreamed up. And it was that he fashioned a carrot with a sharp end, and would catch an Anon in the street, or anywhere else, and with his foot he would hold down one of Anon’s back legs, and he would lift the other leg with his paw, and would fit the carrot as well as he could into the place where, by blowing into it, he made Anon as round as a ball. Keeping it in this position, he would give Anon a couple of little slaps on his belly and would let him go, saying to the bystanders—and there were always a lot of them: “Do your graces think that it’s not much work to inflate an Anonymous poster?” Does your grace think now that it’s not much work to eat a carrot?

>> No.12813854

>>12813841
Jane Austen.

>> No.12813872

>>12806095
this is sad

>> No.12813878

>>12808343
genuinely good

>> No.12813896

>>12813841
Sterne?

>> No.12813908

>>12813854
>>12813896
no
hint - the author was not english-speaking

>> No.12814953

Of Bugs' first disobedience, and the root of the forbidden vegetable, whose mortal taste brought vitamin A into the world, and all our vision

>> No.12814955

>>12814953
Milton

Nice

>> No.12815852

bump

>> No.12816181

A stutter of creaking planks pulled my attention towards the garden. The whole hill-back was one dry, yellow-suffused ocean: many trees were thin, barren, and entire ranges of brush were nearly half-naked. I saw Bugs staring derisively at the ground, his fat belly distended, a natural effect of overconsumption of carrot cakes. I was constantly reminded of a feud between Bugs and his brother, which had left an impressionable mark on the former, so much so that he was left destitute for several aching years. I suppose the starving man who falls into fortune tends to double guard himself against his previous state as if he never felt hunger at all. Hastening to devour the wealth laid before him, he projects the fullness of his current life onto his previous memories, both the ugly and the cherished, and before long, those new memories take root within the minds of everyone else. They say Bugs is a rich fellow, perhaps a descendant of an ancient Rodent lineage, a connection to a respected, faraway manor. They say he is a scholar, a well-bred philosopher who was raised by the hands of courtesy and integrity. I was witness to all of these observations, and it evinced a disgust within my heart for both Bugs and his associates.

>> No.12816249

>>12810509
Dante?

>> No.12816257

His stance is indefatigable. Bugs remembered 39 years ago when he encountered a female and ensconsed her to a far away native reservation. Contraceptives of course were used, indubitably so. The lights fell low and they swooned into the repeated motion of the fan above their heads.

>> No.12816312

>>12807223
Guenon?

>> No.12816791

>>12813337
took me embarrassingly long

>> No.12816828

>>12816249
Yes
I can't write it in english sadly

>> No.12816929

>>12805451
Some people say Carrottown is more esthetic than Fuddville. Well, in Fuddville you don't have time to have an esthetic because it takes half the bite to go downtown and half the bite to go uptown.

Then there's the vegetables in the street, and when you run into another doc you haven't seen in say, five bites, and you play it off like you haven't seen him in one. You don't say "What's up doc?" - You don't try to catch up.
Maybe you mention that you've been meaning to munch on 8th street and get a frozen farmer's smoothie, but that's it. Very light, fat, off-hand, very American.

Sometimes you imagine that Porky pig is really up there, rich and living it up, has swankier gloves, eats better carrots. But they eat the same carrots and drink the same frozen farmer smoothies.

The other day I was bounding down to the Galleria, near the docks, and they wouldn't let me in because I had my sack with me, so I had to wait in the lobby with my sack for a rabbit I was meeting there and tell him I'd been hefted out.
And whilst I was in the lobby I signed autographs. It was really a peculiar situation to be in. One rabbit stepped forward with a picture and handed me it to sign, it was a carrot, "Dear Bugs" I wrote, "I like this carrot."

>> No.12817080

>>12805451
The rabbit
He has destroyed his ribcage
Bugs
BUGS
...easy on the carrots

>> No.12817152

Yeah I remember him. The fat guy. The Big one. The Chungus

>> No.12817176

his legs are heavy, knees weak paws are sweaty
theres vomit on his fur coat already, moms carrot tea
he's fast, but on the surface he look fat and chubby
to eat more but he keeps on chokin'
on what he ate now, his stomach growls so loud
he opens his mouth but the carrots won't go down

>> No.12817189

>>12813337
Don't know who this is supposed to be, but I kinda like it

>> No.12817198

>>12817176
Nice one

>> No.12817199

>>12805451
to ge gorgloration bugs of a most bunny

>> No.12817473

>>12817189
https://www.bartleby.com/126/24.html

>> No.12818014

>>12805451
It is a moot point whether Fat Bugs be uglier by day or by night, but on the argument that the more that is seen of him the more shocking it must be, and that no part of him left to the imagination is at all likely to be made so bad as the reality, day carries it. The day begins to break now; and in truth it might be better for the national glory even that the sun should sometimes set upon the British dominions than that it should ever rise upon so vile a wonder as Fat Bugs.

>> No.12818032

>>12805451
This is a very different Bugs, not the Looney Tunes hopping bunny in the forest and not the Hollywood Bugs either species is bunnt rabbit and nationality is America, but of something separate and different. This Bugs Bunny has become Foreverial fatted Bugs and he was fully delitized with his organs and inside and literally his whole body changed into a permanent living bologna version with permanent living bologna organs and insides and a permanent bologna, ham and cream cheese tongue. nose is a permanent pastrami nose and has two permanent ham lips and two permanent bologna and ham ears. Fully fatted with food and permanent fat, this way to remain and always jumping around with a permanent smile on his face and a wide open permanent bologna mouth speaking constantly ready to lick anyone or anything with his permanent Bologna, ham and cream cheese tongue.

>> No.12818234

Root vegetables… All of my suffering on this world has been at the hands of root vegetables, particularly carrots.

>> No.12818254

>>12809970
tfw newfags will never lurk. How old is easy on the carrots? Less than three years yeah?

>> No.12818270

Bugs Bunny is actually a transgender black woman with an 8 inch cock.

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>>12817080
nice one

>> No.12818317

In a hole in the ground there lived a rabbit.

>> No.12818318

>>12805451
The rabbit was large and fat. “Would thou come forward, rabbit?” The earth moved.

>> No.12818356

>>12808926
kek

>> No.12818380

>>12808926
I keep laughing at this.

>> No.12818421

>>12818270
JK Rowling

>> No.12818568

>>12807105

8/10 not enough footnotes

>> No.12818579

>>12807940
Steinbeck?

>> No.12818583

>>12816257
Hemingway?

>> No.12818808

>>12805451
Fat bunny rabbit was looking at himself on the internet board. There was little vanity in his gaze. It was more an anxious questioning with behind it the humility of one who has never really been sure of himself. He pushed up his ears from his forehead, pulled them to one side and frowned at the result. Then, as a face appeared behind his in the monitor, he started, flinched and swung round apprehensively.

'Ah,' said Daffy Duck, 'you are afraid!'

'What do you mean afraid Daffy?'

'You are afraid of me'

>> No.12818964

Lay off those mighty carrots, Bugs,
gray beast of glutton.
Like Mares of Diomedes
eat men like weeds,
breath fire like the gods of old
Yet thou must leave
My carrots standing;
My cabbage, too, which was not raised by thee;
Leave me my leeks
whose lustrous stalks
By thee are envied.

>> No.12819090

He stood in the meadow. It was a quiet meadow, and he liked the way the grass held everything together. The roots would grip the earth while he'd dig some holes, so he never got dirty. When the hunters would come he'd duck down and emerge from behind.

Fudd didn't like him at all. But he chased him every spring.

During the springtime that year Fudd ran into the same meadow as always and called out for him. But the rabbit was underground. He smelled the earth while Fudd shot into the decoy holes, the sound echoing through the tunnels with a kerwhong, kerwhong. And the rabbit circled around as he did last spring and watched Fudd try to kill him. He ate a carrot while he watched.

The carrots this spring were good and they tasted sweet.

The rabbit asked, "What's up doc?"
"Chasing rabbits, friend."
"Not in there?"
"No sir, but it's a rabbit hole. It's a rabbit hole all right."
"What are you gonna do with him?"
"Stew."
"I know a good carrot stew."
Fudd turned and saw the rabbit and smiled.
"I'd appreciate a recipe when you've got time. I don't have paper on me. I'd have to remember."
The rabbit put a hand on his shoulder and pointed into the hole again.
"Not much to it. But the rabbit's got to be essential."

Fudd went back to shooting and the sound echoed through the meadow and the rabbit could hear it echo in the other side of the hill, where he and Fudd fought last spring.
"Do you recognize me?"
"Can't say I do." Fudd kept shooting and the barrel steamed in the morning.
"You should though."
"Look friend, I'm concentrating. Hunting rabbits."
"Do you really not?"
"No."
Fudd looked the rabbit up and down. And he saw that the rabbit was fat but he didn't look like the Bugs he knew from before and so it wasn't him. And Fudd wasn't really about rabbit hunting except to kill Bugs.
"Well I'd better go then," said Bugs.
"Goodbye friend. Great to talk to you. Really. Anything else to the carrot recipe?"
Bugs walked to the east. "Just the rabbit, I guess."
"What about the carrots?"
"Forget the carrots."
Fudd yelled as he walked away, "isn't there water and salt supposed to be there too?"
Bugs didn't respond. And that was that.

>> No.12819096

>>12813371
Lovecraft?

>> No.12819119

>>12819096
>>12813371
Nvm, I'm retarded

>> No.12819198

>>12805451
This is a story about carrots in the golden board, and it begins with that post. The rabbit hole lies only an hour east of Fudd's by the Tunnel but is in certain ways a shitpost: not the newfag's /lit/ of the bait threads and the crossboarders but a harsher /lit/, haunted by the macro just beyond the captcha, devastated by the endless bump that winds down through the catalog at 100 miles an hour and whines through the janny's filter and works on the nerves.

>> No.12819337

>>12805451
On one of my breaks from making myself the pinnacle of the Patrie, I took a walk down the Rue Empaqueteur d'Anus and happened upon my dear old lard-of-a hare. "Ah...the war hero returns! And does he bring carrots for his handsome old friend? No? All the better...I should go easy on the carrots. Rationing and shortages, you know! And how is that svelte young thing you were with? Gone? Damn! She must have been quite the animal...I should know! You know, I can always make myself useful as a replacement to our great hero...it's not right for someone brave to not have a pretty little thing to have by his side...here or there...but I joke! Heroics are the wages of women...it's carrots that I want!" A precocious fellow, you'll agree.

>> No.12819405

>>12819090
John Steinbeck?

>> No.12819423

>>12813841
Schiller.

>> No.12819977

>>12808206
fucking perfect

>> No.12820093

Fudd, 38, and Bugs, 2, walked through the park on their way to a party in Chelsea. They had not talked since ingesting a large amount of MDMA earlier in Fudd's apartment, instead preferring to stay in their own drug-influenced realities. Bugs had taken to chewing on a carrot he had taken from Fudd's fridge earlier, intently thinking "chewing on a carrot" to himself though not sure if he was instructing his brain or narrating what he saw. Fudd, who had spent most of the day in Bobst Library blogging about his book signing on Xanax, did not notice Bugs' nibbling until it was nearly concluded, after which he remarked "Bugs... easy on the carrots."

>> No.12820130

>>12808206
i got 200 pages into this and lost my copy :(

>> No.12820152

>>12805486
nael, age 6

>> No.12820514

>>12808926
>pedo rabbit
>rabbits only take a year to mature
That makes it worse somehow

>> No.12820735

>>12819405
I was going for Hemmmingway, but I guess it is Steinbeckian.

>> No.12820955

>>12805451
Bugs went to stretch his legs.

>> No.12821007

>>12818583
Close ish. Tried to do Huxley

>> No.12821057

>>12820514
There's nothing sexual in his post. Doesn't matter what the original was about. He clearly isn't talking about fucking big chungus lol.

>> No.12821204

>>12805451
I am lazy and I starved my own children to death. I despise culture and the existence of society, but I wants dat for free. Please fight a revolution for me, I only own one pair of pants and I would lose any fight, with anyone, quickly and decisively.

>> No.12821748

>>12805451
Bogs Easy on the Carrots <<<<< Big Chungus

>> No.12822435

>>12810545
Pretty sure he just took a passage from the book and changed it up a bit to fit with the pic. Seems like it could be when Gottfried is sent up in the rocket.

>> No.12822666

>>12822435
A lot of that on here. Pretty lame when you can just Google part of the quote and get exactly where they were quoting from.

>> No.12823614

Book that captures the Biggest Chungus feel?

>> No.12824001

In what follows we shall be thinking concerning bunnies and carrots. This thinking about bunnies does not attempt to tell any particular bunny to go easy on the carrots, nor does thought about carrots single out any bunny that is to consume the carrot. The essence of the carrot is by no means any vegetable. The Ancient Greek word kᾰρῶτον is derived from the word kᾰ́ρᾱ meaning head or person—that is, cerebrum. The essence of the carrot is the cerebral, the head encapsulating the person. Modern philosophy starts with Descartes' proclamation of the Cogito Sum. Cogito sum purports the ek-sistence of an "I" that posits and thinks: it grounds the Being of the "I" on the cerebral. The ζῷον ἐγkέφᾰλον, animal cerebralis, is nothing but the bugs. The modern Cartesian-Newtonian bugman is challenged into presencing by the gathering-together of the cerebral, the carrot. But where there is the carrot, therein lies the saving power. Because the essence of the carrot is nothing bugs, the essential reflection upon the carrot must take place in a realm fundamentally different from it, in the form of a going-easy on the carrot. This easiness is exactly that of the easy ground, weicher Boden, on which the light spirits of Hölderlin's Schicksalslied tread. The essence of the carrot is brought into the light by the going-easy. The going-easy reveals the essence of the carrot as the cerebral; it brings it into unconcealment. It is therefore art, which brings into presencing the going-easy of the carrot by the bugs.

>> No.12824256

>>12805451
"You don't know why you're going or even where you're going, but you've got to get to Albuquerque?"
"That's right. Bugs gotta cross big bridge. "
"Thing's will get clearer once you reach the other side?"
"I think so doc. I won't know until I cross this bridge."
"Hmm," Elmer said. "So cwossing that bwidge is vewwy important."
"Yes, that's more important than anything, ya stinka."
"Man alive" Elmer said, scratching his head.

>> No.12824405

You tell me to go easy on the carrots? You never ate a goddamn carrot in your life. My god, look at you, I bet you've never even binged on, on goddamn kale. Christ, you expect me to go easy on the carrots? Well goddamn, the carrots never went easy on me. You understand what I'm saying? Christ, just look at you, I can just picture you sitting on the train reading without a care in the world. What kind of self-satisfied pseudo-intellectual sits reading on the train? You don't know what going easy on the carrots is, you poor bastard. Carrots? You poor bastard

>> No.12824439

Fudd, who was suffering from a brain fever, had boarded up Bugs' hole in an attempt to keep him from escaping. "That'll hold him, yes, it will!" he said, and gave a nervous laugh.
Our hero Bugs opened the board with ease, and found Fudd's attempt to be pathetic, perhaps even laughable. "That'll hold him!" Bugsechka said, in a mocking voice. Fudd, who was only a few paces away, turned to see Bugs out of his hole. His eyes flashed with a kind of malice.

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>>12821748

>> No.12826177

>>12813841
surprised no one has gotten this yet
for me it was one of the many memorable passages of the book

>> No.12826194

>>12813841
cervantes

>> No.12826210

>>12805451
shadman

>> No.12826294

>>12826177
There are a lot of similarities between Cervantes and Sterne.

>> No.12826320

>>12826194
>>12826294
yeah

>> No.12826711

>>12824001
The bun bunnies in the buns.

>> No.12827213

>>12805451
I called him Bugs. For the sake of this post, I will only refer to him as Bugs, and not his real name. We met for the first time in the spring of my sophomore year. He was big, very big. So big that I was hesitant to approach him at first. Perhaps, I thought, it would have been best for him to stop eating carrots.

>> No.12827232

>>12805451
This fat rabbit is more than just a fat rabbit, he is all of Russia. Poised to move forward and say "That'll hold him, ehehehe" in its own direction while all the world watches.

>> No.12827235

>>12805451
That unspeakable and portending nigger-rabbit.

>> No.12827239

>>12827213
Kerouac?

>> No.12827257

>>12808234
>>12808260
Cope

>> No.12827271

>>12805451
This picture horrifies me at some deep primal level.
I wish people would stop posting it.

>> No.12827292

>>12827271
Look at this tangle of carrots.

>> No.12828599

>>12805451
Go easy on the carrots or not, you will regret it.

>> No.12828756

The wind blew sheets of celluloid
The animator's sense was void
His grossly leering handiwork
Bore eyes disgustingly ovoid

>> No.12829033

Bugs ate twelve to fifteen carrots. He grinned.

>> No.12829045

If all bugs are present with carrots, and all eaters are present with carrots, then there will be a syllogism.

For all bugs are eaters of carrots.

>> No.12829493

>>12805451
Fat fucking annoying rabbit

>> No.12829667

>>12828756
Helena Petrovna Lovecraft?